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"I apologise for the landing...," Haller said,
brushing dirt off his uniform, "I was never trained in
the use of my time-travelling powers."
Sabrina leBeau flew down from the tree in which she had landed,
"Y'all don't say, sugah?"
"Dis is jus' one o' de many reasons I started de rebellion."
Remy said from his position in the duck pond. He spat out
a mouthful of brackish water. "T'save on m'dry-cleanin'
Sabrina gave him her hand and pulled him upright.
"Where ta from here, Haller?"
He grimaced, " I used a disturbance in space-time to
pinpoint the coordinates of our time- travelling assassin.
Unfortunately, the amount of chronal static prevented me from
pinpointing the exact location. This basically means we could
be anything from one yard to one mile away from the actual
"An' dat means we scout around f'r him."
Remy shrugged, "Me an' Sabs'll take de west, you take
de east - rendez-vous here in a few minutes."
Haller nodded and disappeared into the darkness that surrounded
them on all sides.
"Let's go." The rebel leader touched his wife's
arm, "No time t'waste, petite."
They edged slowly forward, hugging the shadows of the buildings
and bushes that made up much of the Israeli landscape. A rustle
sounded near them in the shrubbery, incongruous in the silence.
"Get ready. Dere's someone comin'." Remy whispered,
moving protectively in front of Sabrina.
"Ah can look after mahself." She clicked the magazine
of her gun in place and cocked it.
He smiled, "So y'can, belle. So y'can."
The bushes parted, revealing a man made of transparent, silvery
ice. His blue eyes lit up in astonishment as he saw the two
"Drake?" Remy leBeau dropped his weapon to his
side. The blade fizzled out like a damp squib on a rainy night.
"Gambit?" The young man grinned in relief, "Nice
"Ah'd keep still if'n Ah liked mah brains where they
are, gene traitor."
Sabrina's voice was cold as she put the weapon to Storm's
head, "Are y'here on McTaggert's behalf, or on your own?"
"Rogue? By the Bright Lady, what has come over you?"
"Ah don't know who this Rogue' person is, or why
you think appealin' ta her will help you." Her mouth
twisted, "Th' name's Sabrina. Sabrina leBeau."
"leBeau?" Wolverine smirked, "You and the
cajun must have gotten pretty cosy while we were away."
"Logan?" Remy asked surprised, "Mon Dieu,
what happened t'ya?"
"Might ask the same about you, gumbo. You show up on
a mission you ain't supposed to be on, with a scar on your
face and married to Dixie over there." Wolverine nonchalantly
scraped a claw against the bush, "Kind of makes me think
that you ain't really Remy leBeau."
"Actually, monsieur. It is you who are not meant t'be
on dis mission." His eyes glowed, "Drake and ya
should be back at de base, guardin' it in case McTaggert's
troops attempt a bust."
"McTaggert? Moira McTaggert?" Storm asked.
"Th' Emissary o' all th' human lands." Sabrina
spat, "Th' witch that imposed legislation which took
away any an' all civil rights from mutants. Y'all should know,
seein' as you're her lapdog."
"I understand now." Storm said, "These two
people are not the Rogue and Gambit whom we know - they come
from the alternate future created by Legion's actions."
"Qui est Gambit?" Remy looked disgusted, "An'
why d'ya keep sayin' dat I'm him? Do I look like de kinda
o' person who'd choose such a stupid codename?"
[Who is Gambit?]
"Yes." Iceman laughed, "Well, not you. You
from another reality."
"Dis Bobby Drake's bout as annoyin' as de one
back in our reality." He muttered to Sabrina who lowered
her weapon suspiciously.
"So that means y'all are from th' proper' future.
Why'd you come back in time?"
"To stop a zealot, by the name of Legion, from changing
time itself." Storm explained.
"We're here t'help." Remy nodded, "Me an'
Sabs are prepared t'die t'make t'ings right again."
His wife's green eyes looked preoccupied and Storm wondered
whether her heart was really in this mission. Whether she
was as committed to the cause as Remy seemed to be. Whether
she wanted time to revert to normal.
"Child?" Storm asked gently, "In this other
reality, I was your best friend . . . if there is something
preying on your mind, I am happy to listen to it."
Indecision played across Sabrina's face.
"Ah know this seems silly an' selfish but . . . but
. . . in this other reality . . . are we . . . do we . . .
love each other?"
Storm softened as she looked at the beautiful, young woman
in front of her. Did she have the right to tell Rogue'
the whole truth - that they did but were unable to touch -
or the responsibility to set her heart at rest?
The windrider smiled, knowing that the latter was the only
choice she could make, "You love each other very much.
Perhaps more than any two people I have ever seen."
Sabrina smiled slightly. "Thanks. Tell this . . . Rogue
that she is lucky ta have you as a friend."
"Ahhhh . . . ." Iceman sighed, "What a beautiful
"Don' have time f'r dem." Remy's mouth was set
in a hard line, "Gotta stop dis Legion b'fore he messes
up . . . ."
"I couldn't find him." David Haller said as he
walked through the bushes to the clearing where they were
stationed, "Have you had any more luck?"
"Or he could come to us?" Wolverine growled,
extending his claws.
"Back off, big guy." Sabrina levelled her gun at
him, "Haller may be a gene traitor, but he's on our side
"You don't understand, darlin'. That's Legion."
"Legion is . . . me?" Haller sounded horrified,
"It's somehow my fault that time has been altered?"
"Yeah." Wolverine edged closer, "And I'm going
to put a stop to you - right here, right now."
"Stop! He may be David Haller, but he not be Legion."
Remy stated, "He's from our timeline an' from de little
I know bout him, de killer came from yours. Stoppin'
dis Haller will not stop de other one - cause dey be
two different people."
"Man. Alternate realities make my head spin . . . ."
"I would recommend that you gain possession of your
senses immediately." Storm told him, "We do not
have much time."
Quickly, she turned to David Haller, "Can you use your
psychic powers to determine the location of Legion?"
"Now that I know his mindprint, I can find him ."
Haller's face creased in concentration, "He's on a street
a few blocks from here. If you'll follow me, I can lead you
"Don't look like we have too much of a choice in th'
matter." Sabrina shrugged, "Lead on, sugah."
Haller grinned at her, grateful for her support. The smile
froze on his face as he felt the tip of a blade against his
"Don' t'ink about it, mon ami." Remy's voice was
icy, "You cost me my daughter - I sure as hell won' let
you cost me my wife."
"You know I am sorry about . . . about what I did."
"If y'be right about dis bein' de wrong timeline, it
won' matter - if ya ain't, once dis mission be over, I'll
"I'll bear that in mind." Haller said, "For
now, we need to work together if the mission is to succeed."
"D'accord." He sheathed the blade. "But only
f'r now . . . ."
"Hurry up, Haller!" Iceman yelled, "I always
thought leading a group meant being in the front."
Smiling to himself, Haller took the lead. Gravel crunched
beneath his feet as he led the way through the twisting streets
and lanes of the city.
"This is so familiar." Haller said, "Like
I've been here before . . . ?"
"The Haller of our timeline was born here. Perhaps you
were also?" Storm suggested.
David looked grim, "Our Israel became a nuclear desert
after the first Interspecies War in 1953. I'm afraid the closest
I've probably got to the country is in the Tri-D Vids we were
shown at training school."
"All that's real nice, bub, but we're trying to preventany
of it ever happening." Wolverine said, "So quit
yammering and show us to the dirtbag who caused your reality
in the first place."
Haller gestured to the street that lay ahead of them. The
neon lights glowed an eerie yellow in the darkness, illuminating
Legion and two other men - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr.
"Here." He hissed, "He's here. And, my lord,
he is me."
Legion's body crackled with latent power, revealing itself
in his eyes and face. Although he looked insane, his voice
was strangely lucid as snatches of it came to them on the
"I m afraid . . . should save . . . toasts for..."
"Who -- ?" Erik Lehnsherr spun around angrily.
"David Haller, right?" The MPF Lieutenant sprang
out of his hiding place in the alleyway.
"But . . . ." Legion's eyes were wide with horror,
"You're . . . me?"
"No. I'm not." Haller said angrily, lashing out
with a psionic bolt that threw Legion to his feet.
"I didn't change time for the worse."
"For the worse?" Legion wrapped a telekinetic shield
around Haller, attempting to strangle him, "For the better,
With something less than a thought, Haller extended his psionic
aura and shattered Legion's noose.
"Try telling that to the people of my world who live
under constant persecution. Try telling that to the one or
two rebels who risk their lives doing something we all should.
Try telling that to me - an ally in the supression of my own
"I cannot allow you to get in the way of my vision."
Legion's eyes were wild, "You must die so that my goal
may be acheived."
"Yes, in a sense. I will die with you, for we are ultimately
one and the same." Haller formed a psionic blade, preparing
to plunge it into the other's heart.
His doppelganger smiled confidently, "Do it. End our
lives for the sake of a tainted dream."
"I don't end them for any dream, but for the future.
Your future." He thrust it into Legion's chest.
For an instant, the two men were bonded, saw the world through
each other's eyes, the future which Legion had tried to change
and the future which he had created, both flawed, both imperfect,
both real; then disintegrated in a flash of energy which burnt
through the landscape, searing the eyes of the watching X-Men
and rebels, the eyes and heart of Charles Xavier. The man
who had lost more than his innocence that day.
"So a world ends." Storm said, "And a new
one is born from the ashes."
"No. So our world ends, so that your one
may be born." Sabrina corrected bitterly.
"It was fun while it lasted." Remy smiled, "Almost
a pity we hadda do what we did."
"I would say your final goodbyes." Storm said gently,
"It cannot be long now."
"Can y'all leave us ta say them in private?"
"Of course." Storm gestured to Wolverine and Iceman.
"We too will be returning to our time soon enough."
The three X-Men walked off into the distance, leaving the
couple, who had been through so much together, alone. Sabrina
smiled at her husband.
"So, Ah guess this is goodbye."
"Oui." He grinned, "Would prefer to t'ink
of it as an au revoir."
She laughed, "It's kind o' ironic, ain't it? We give
our all ta save a world, then find out it ain't real after
"Least we know dat we did right while we could."
"Lawd. Don't go all preachy on me - Ah fell in love
with you because you were so . . . amoral."
Tears clouded her green eyes.
"I'll miss you, Sabs."
"Ah'll miss you too, Remy." She looked into his
eyes, "Don't care what that white-haired lapdog says
about us lovin' each other - it won't be th' same."
"Could never be." He touched her cheek, "An'
I doubt dat it could get much better dan dis."
She pressed his hand, "Imagine if'n we couldn't even
touch . . . ."
"Shhh . . . ." He kissed her, "Dat ain't never
gonna happen, Sabs."
"You're right. Either o' us woulda gone crazy long ago."
"Jus' in case . . . ."
He pressed his lips to hers, putting all his fears and hopes
into the embrace. Brilliant light. The icy touch of crystal
against his skin. The loss of sensation. The world slid away
into darkness as time realigned itself...
Fire coursed through Rogue's body in an unfamiliar sensation.
One she had not felt for eight years. Her lips tingled as
she drew back, his touch still tangible on her skin, her psyche.
Desire changed to disbelief as she saw his limp figure in
her arms, then despair.
"What have Ah done?"
She touched Gambit's russet hair gently with one hand. The
contact was unneccesary. She could already feel him inside
her mind, his soul unfurling for her inspection. It was etched
in letters of pain.
She watched, silent, horrified as the events of his life
played before her like a picture show. A tragedy. A romance.
A horror. His expulsion from the Guild of Thieves. His guilt
over Genevieve Darceneaux . . . Belladonna. His deep and bitter
loneliness. Memories of . . . her? Of her smile and laugh.
Of their time spent together. Rogue went deeper, sensing something
hidden, dark, shameful.
"Mah lawd." She gasped as it opened before her,
"Oh, sweet Jesus, tell me you never did this, Remy?"
His silent figure offered her no comfort, lost in a catatonic
state as it was, and his face looked peaceful as if he was
dreaming about something far removed from the memories that
she had seen.
From his past before he had become an X-Man. Rogue slowly
stood and walked to the bathroom.
Her throat was dry and she splashed water over her face,
attempting to cleanse her mind as well as her body. Without
success. The memories kept flashing like a strobe light
across her consciousness. Blink. The entrance to a
tunnel. Blink. Screams. Blink. A child. Blink.
Silver eyes. Blink. The thrust of a knife. Blink.
Blood. Blink. Pounding feet. Blink. The
grin on Sabretooth's face. Blink. With supreme effort,
Rogue pushed them to the back of her mind as she had with
so many other people's dreams. Thoughts. Memories. She looked
in the mirror, expecting to see her own guilt reflected there.
Red irises stared back at her. Contemptous. Abashed. She drove
her fist into it, smashing the glass, attempting to exorcise
her shame. Shards scattered around the room like crystal confetti.
She fell to her knees, sobbing. Unable to believe what she
had just seen both in his mind and in the mirror. What she
knew was the truth . . . .
Ah ran like a coward because Ah couldn't face him. Not knowing
what Ah know. Not havin' seen what Ah've seen. It's kinda
funny. You think you know someone, you fall in love with them
an' are fillin' hope chests in your mind; when suddenly everythin'
changes an' you find that they ain't th' person you thought
they were. That you fell in love with your own perception
of someone. Not who they really are, who they might o' been
if things had been different. But things weren't - so Ah returned
ta talk ta th' only person who Ah trusted ta keep things secret.
The young woman lands in the graveyard, tucking her coat
around her slim body. She sits on the soft grass by the headstone
marked Katherine Parker and lays the white roses on the grave.
"Ah'm back, momma." She says quietly, "A lot
has happened since Ah last visited you. Since Ah last talked
"Ah've fallen in love an' had mah heart broken. . .
"Ah've been betrayed by him, just like daddy betrayed
you." She looks down, "Only Ah know he never meant
ta while daddy did."
"It's weird. Ah love him but Ah hate what he did. How
can Ah love an' hate someone at th' same time?"
A whispered rush of wind plays with her hair, blowing it
across her face. When she finally disentangles herself from
the auburn and white strands, she sees a woman standing in
front of her, dressed in a long, white robe and glowing like
a sun. Rogue shelters her eyes. She has experienced blindness
once before and does not want to do so again.
"Who are you?"
"Ah'm your mother, Sabrina."
"No. She's dead." Rogue stands, "Ah don't
know what kinda game y'all is playin' but it's sick."
"This is no game. Ah have listened to you throughout
the years, wondering if'n Ah could ever help you." She
smiles, "Now Ah can."
"How, momma? Y'all is <b>dead</b>."
"Ah can provide an answer ta your question." Katherine
sighs, "Ah went through it with your daddy. He beat me
up every day an' twice on Sundays. Treated me like one o'
his possessions. Like Ah wasn't a person so much as a punchin'
bag. Yet Ah loved him in spite o' it all - still do in a way
- though Ah hated what he did ta me."
Pity crosses Rogue's face. "Remy . . . that's his name
. . . has nevah hurt me. Nevah laid so much as a finger on
me. Until today."
"He beat you?"
"No." Rogue replies hastily, "Far worse. He
"And you absorbed part of what he was." Katherine
says, "Good an' bad."
Her daughter nods wordlessly, "More bad than good. He
did stuff that Ah can't even begin ta describe. Crimes that
defy any explanation or reasonin'."
"Have you asked him why he commited them?"
"That's the worst part o' it all. He's in a coma an'
can't even tell me anythin' bout why he did what he
The figure hugs her, surprisingly solid for a ghost, and
runs transparent fingers through her streaked hair.
"Give him another chance. Heaven knows Ah gave your
"An' look where that got you." Rogue says angrily,
"Ah don't deserve ta be loved - ta love - an' nor does
"Everyone deserves to be loved." She smiles, "Even
The younger woman's green eyes narrow to feline slits, "How
do you know mah codename, momma?"
"What sort of mother would Ah be If'n Ah didn't keep
track o' mah baby girl?"
"Momma . . . ." Rogue pauses, unsure of herself,
"Mah pleasure, sugah." The ghost smiles, "After
all, what are parents foh?"
Another gust of wind and Katherine Parker vanishes as suddenly
as she came. Rogue straightens the flowers on the grave and,
with a kiss on the headstone, leaves the cementary, unaware
that she is being watched by a pair of glowing yellow eyes.
Gambit sits up in bed and massages his head. It aches still,
as if something had been torn out of place and jammed back
in hastily. He reaches for the glass of water lying next to
his bed and takes a sip of it. He feels as if he had been
run over by a mule cart and can barely believe that all of
this is the result of a single kiss. He picks up the photograph
next to his bed and idly looks at it.
She smiles back at him. Green eyes bright in her beautiful
"Ma belle Rogue. I wonder where you be now."
"I see that you have woken." Storm turns the handle
of the door and lets herself in.
"It is even good to hear you call me that ridiculous
name again." She laughs, then grows serious, "I
was worried about you."
"Don't go worryin' yaself about me. It take more dan
a kiss t'keep me down." He grins.
"So our suspicions were correct. Your condition did
result from . . . physical contact with Rogue."
"Oui." He replaces the photograph next to his bed,
"Stormy, d'ya know where she is?"
"No." The windrider replies, "She hasn't even
left a note telling us where she's going. Why she went."
"C'n tell ya why."
"Why, Remy?" She leans forward.
"She saw somet'ing in my mind."
"Somet'ing I did when I was jus' a pup. When I didn'
know any better." He sighs, "When de shame o' doing
somet'ing evil was worth de price I got paid t'do it."
"What did you do?" Her eyes are worried.
"Funny, chere. You'd t'ink I'd be able t'talk about
it by now." He laughs slightly, "Havin' lived t'rough
it every night f'r de past four years."
"You know I will not judge you for your past deeds."
She holds his hand, "You have proven yourself to be a
hero - an X-Man - too many times for that. I will stand by
you, as will the rest of the team, no matter what you have
"Not after y'hear what I did." He replies, "Rogue
didn' an' she said she loved me."
"I am sure she will return." She squeezes it reassuringly,
"She may need some time to come to terms with everything
she has seen."
"It's been four years an' *I* still haven' even come
t'terms wit' it."
"Maybe that is because you have never faced it."
She comments, "You have always hidden from the truth
and it has always pursued you."
"Chere. I can' face what I've done." He says, "It
be easier t'simply pretend it didn' happen an' go on wit'
"Has it really been easier, Remy?" She asks, "Or
has your inability to accept what you have done cost you everything
about which you most cared?"
"I hope not . . . b'cause I have a feelin' dat I can't
hide no longer. Dat de truth finally has caught up wit' me
and I gotta pay for what I've done. Only hope dat de penance
ain't de heart o' de woman I love . . . ."
It seems like all my life I've been hiding behind a mask;
lost in a room o' smoke and mirrors. Dere is an exit somewhere,
far off in the distance, but every turn in my life takes me
farther from it and deeper into de lie. I t'ought once I saw
the neon sign flashing de way out, but den the mist rose,
and when it finally cleared, de sign was gone. My life is
like dat: a funhouse of incredible complexity, twisting itself
farther and farther in, approaching de center of a spiral.
What is dere I don't know, yet don't want t'find out.You know
how it is when you're trapped by de circumstances of your
life, by what you've done. It's a feeling of utter hopelessness,
of utter fear; fear of what you've done and what you might
do. You need someone to pull you out; to set you free; to
spring the trap. Dat's where she came in. But I've lost her
now and I don't know if I have any hope of ever getting her
back . . . both for myself an' my freedom.
Continued in Chapter
1. Space-time is a concept therorised by Einstein. We do not
live in the 3rd Dimension so much as the 4th. Easy example
of this: You have to meet your friends on the 5th floor of
a certain office building on a certain street. Three dimensions.
But you also need to know at what time to meet them there
- this adds a fourth dimension. If you're confused, don't
worry. You don't need to understand this to enjoy my story.
2. I haven't touched much on Storm's involvement with McTaggert
in the actual story. She was personal secretary to Emissary.
3. Tri-D Vids - Something I stole from the Jetsons. Videos
which are in three dimensions compared with the usual two.
4. It was very necessary for Rogue to still have possession
of her senses in the third paragraph. I have formulated a
reason for this based on actual evidence from the comics.
If the person struggles while Rogue is absorbing them (case
in point: Ms Marvel), the struggle for domination will continue
in Rogue's body, ensuring that the invader will take over
at some times. If the person did not struggle while Rogue
was absorbing them (case in point: Belle), they will not take
over her body, because they were not struggling for control
in the first place. See?
5. A change in tense is here for a simple reason. (Not my
laziness and\or sloppiness) The events up to the kiss happened
before the first-person narration and therefore were in the
past. Now the events are being told as they happen, hence
the present tense.
6. I feel what Storm says in the paragraph is the way the
team should have reacted in the comics.
In Smoke and Mirrors 17:
* D-Day begins
* Rogue in Little Rhody
* Who is the mysterious woman who was in the graveyard? Big
Hint: It ain't Meg Ryan!
* Gambit's past ... not revealed !
* Lobdell's cameo - I promise!
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